1. At the hotel bar...


    Date: 11/11/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: sr19114me, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The first time I saw you was on the elevator. I was sitting in the lobby reading the newspaper when I looked up for no particular reason. There, just for a moment, I saw your finger sliding over your white panties before your skirt dropped back into place. Your private business being safely beneath your skirt once again, I almost died when I looked up to tie a face to the glimpse of heaven I had just enjoyed. You were looking right at me. You had a very serious look on your face, but when you saw my blush, your grin split your face and melted me. To anyone else looking, you were just adjusting your skirt, but I had just a peek. So brief that I wouldn't have been sure if not for your grin. The door was on the other side of the elevator, so I didn't see you get off and assumed you had left the hotel. I finished the business section of the paper and headed on into the bar for a drink before dinner. There you were at the bar. The same grin on your face, but you weren't looking at me this time. Instead, your gaze seemed to be into blank space as you thought back over the jolt that shot through your body when you finally went through with it and flashed your panties at a complete stranger. I leaned next to your shoulder close enough that you could feel my breath in your right ear as I suggested you join me at a booth. Hesitating only a moment, you grabbed your drink and your purse and followed me. Both of us finished our first round of drinks rather quickly out of nervousness at ...
    this situation right out of some movie. We chatted about everything except your little show for a bit before I leaned over and took your right hand in both of mine. Leaning forward a bit, I told you that I had enjoyed the brief peek at your panties and would like to see more. Feigning shock you really had no idea how to respond to my forward behavior. After a moment and a quick glance around the growing crowd in the bar, I added; "Why don't you slip them off right here and hand them to me?" You aren't sure whether to run for the door or burst out laughing. After a moment though, your hands slip beneath the table and your hips start wiggling on the padded seat of the booth. After a whole range of entertaining facial expressions as you struggled in the tight booth, you handed me your tightly wadded panties. You aren't sure what you expected, but you could feel your face go crimson. I held your panties at the waistline between thumbs and forefingers and neatly folded them with the obviously damp crotch facing up. After giving them a brief whiff, I placed them at the edge of the table just as the waiter showed up at our table to refill our drinks. You saw the young waiter's eyes grow large when he apparently realized they were not only panties, but very damp panties. Once the waiter leaves, I put the neatly folded panties in my shirt pocket and motion for you to join me on my side of the booth. Ignoring every instinct except the most primal urge to scratch your needy itch, you ...
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